Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.

CHORUS
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old home scenes of my childhood,
In fond memory appear.

CHORUS
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear;
old-time singing, gladness bringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.

CHORUS
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

As I travel on life's pathway,
Know not what the years may hold;
As I ponder, hope grows fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul.

CHORUS
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious memories of the prophet,
Flood my soul from day to day,
I remember scenes so precious
That can never pass away.

CHORUS
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

I've heard the Message and Its signal
That day's end is near at hand,
But I remember that He promised
He'd return for those who'd stand.

CHORUS
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious memories, glorious meetings
Across this land from sea to sea
Where I heard the prophet's Message
That brought Life and hope to me.

CHORUS
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious memories in this storehouse
Where the Food was laid away,
We've returned to where he stored It,
Spiritual Food against this day.

CHORUS
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.